Bucky looks pleased as punch when Steve laughs like he’s forgotten how and it’s all bubbling out suddenly. It really brightens Steve up, makes whatever years are on him wear off. Maybe this is fighting a little dirty, picking this future Steve’s brain like this. And put this down as something he’d never figured on ever doing in his entire life; then again, Bucky was too yellow to even try back during the war, and probably would’ve never said a damn thing if it weren’t for today.
Bucky grins back, and he kicks the sheet off so they can roll, bodies nice and flush together, and his thighs parting so Steve can slot up against him. Bucky’s hands settle on Steve’s trim waist, thumbs rubbing circles along the firm skin. He’s far heavier than any dame Bucky’s rolled with, but honestly? It’s amazing. Really amazing. Steve’s weight makes him feel safer than he has in ages, and that gorgeous grin on Steve’s face?
Bottle it up and save it, if it doesn’t make a guy feel like a million bucks.
Bucky’s eyes drift half-closed as fingers comb through his hair, while Bucky pets along Steve’s flank, while a guilty, smug little shiver goes through him at the thought of Steve watching him. Noticing him. And noticing that little something that was in Bucky that he’d tried to stamp down, that always had him yearning for his best guy.
“And god, did I want you,” Bucky breathes out, almost a whisper and looking the tiniest bit guilty. “Surprised you never called me out or anything. Sometimes it’s hard not to look at you like you’re the sun, even when we got company.”
He reaches up, cupping at Steve’s jaw, before smoothing down along his throat. Fingers splay along Steve’s collarbones, letting him feel the gun calluses and heat.
“I will. When I get back. Maybe take it slow and subtle, but it’s gonna be hard considering I’ve had it bad for you for years.” Bucky doesn’t say the quiet part; that he can’t afford to be too patient anymore if he’s basically got his foot in the grave. His hand drifts back up and he draws Steve’s head down into another kiss. “Thank you. From both of us.”
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Bucky grins back, and he kicks the sheet off so they can roll, bodies nice and flush together, and his thighs parting so Steve can slot up against him. Bucky’s hands settle on Steve’s trim waist, thumbs rubbing circles along the firm skin. He’s far heavier than any dame Bucky’s rolled with, but honestly? It’s amazing. Really amazing. Steve’s weight makes him feel safer than he has in ages, and that gorgeous grin on Steve’s face?
Bottle it up and save it, if it doesn’t make a guy feel like a million bucks.
Bucky’s eyes drift half-closed as fingers comb through his hair, while Bucky pets along Steve’s flank, while a guilty, smug little shiver goes through him at the thought of Steve watching him. Noticing him. And noticing that little something that was in Bucky that he’d tried to stamp down, that always had him yearning for his best guy.
“And god, did I want you,” Bucky breathes out, almost a whisper and looking the tiniest bit guilty. “Surprised you never called me out or anything. Sometimes it’s hard not to look at you like you’re the sun, even when we got company.”
He reaches up, cupping at Steve’s jaw, before smoothing down along his throat. Fingers splay along Steve’s collarbones, letting him feel the gun calluses and heat.
“I will. When I get back. Maybe take it slow and subtle, but it’s gonna be hard considering I’ve had it bad for you for years.” Bucky doesn’t say the quiet part; that he can’t afford to be too patient anymore if he’s basically got his foot in the grave. His hand drifts back up and he draws Steve’s head down into another kiss. “Thank you. From both of us.”